It's been a week of memories, and I'm sharing with you today. I'll start out with Keiliss, who died one year ago on this day. My heart still aches when I think of her, and I still find myself weeping for her. I know Red will be feeling that loss today, no doubt. I never met Kei in person, we never even spoke on the phone, but she was important to me - a friend and supporter for many years, and a talented author. I miss you and think of you often.
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| This is a lovely Weeping Angel from a cemetery in Ohio, USA. |
Two days ago would have been the 59th birthday of DH and my friend, Matt. He died seven years ago from cancer, and there's probably not a week that goes by when he doesn't cross my mind. I occasionally hear from his widow via Facebook, and the kids seem to be doing well, but he was my hockey friend. He had the greatest laugh, and he took life on strong, wringing every bit of joy from it that he could. The last months were difficult, filled with pain and tied to an electronic wheelchair. I still remember clearing the way for his wheelchair as he was leaving Ren Fest on a cold and dreary September Sunday. The pathways were mud - some too deep for his chair's weight, so we stuck to the more packed walking paths, People would grumble as I would tell them to step aside, until they saw Matt, trying to steer his chair through the rough ground, with DH behind him. One look, and the pathway would clear for a few more yards. It's a good memory of a dear friend.
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This angel statue with it's crossed arms has a rather welcoming expression. The various poses and items carried by cemetery statues all have meaning, especially in Victorian times. Although this website isn't the best at explanations, it's a good start if you're interested. https://www.lovetoknow.com/life/grief-loss/pictures-angels-at-cemeteries |
So, I've shared two of my friends with you, and tears of sorrow and of joy fill my eyes. Sorrow, because these two exceptional people have left us forever. And joy because I had the honor of calling both of them my friend - one whom I knew in person for many years, the other whom I never met, but we conversed back and forth for a long time.
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This seated angel is quite lovely. Of course, I refuse to be placed in the ground or in a wall at all! Too much claustrophobia on my part. Burn me and scatter me instead, and let the four winds take me to the far reaches of Mother Earth. |
The old saying goes that people never actually die until their memories disappear. That's the Ancient Egyptian way of thought, one of several reasons for the "second door" on tombs (for those highly placed enough to have tombs). I've always believed it, to an extent. People remembered are never truly dead. Their resonance still colors lives and actions, their colors still paint the skies in a small part of the vastness above us. I feel honored to have had these two people in my life for as long or short as a time as I did, and I hope I've led you to thinking about those whom you have lost. I think about many people, my "brother", my Unci, my parents, etc. Many people. But today, I'm thinking about Keiless and Matty. Slava Ukraini.
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